I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn’t expected him there, and I’d been too lost in my thoughts to pay attention to his approach. The idea of something new just when I wasgetting used to the familiar was horrifying, and I shook my head. I didn’t argue, not wanting another few hours with the gag, but I wasn’t going to just…
Oh, fuck. Why did I even try to keep telling myself that? One week, and I was already a broken toy.
“It won’t be bad,” he said, like he was the one who was having to go through these things — like he knew what it was like!
“You try it and tell me how bad it is,” I muttered.
He ignored me, which wasn’t a surprise. “Do you want the water bowl back instead of the cock?” he asked me.
“What are you going to make me do for it?” I countered, knowing perfectly well that there would be a catch — one humiliation replaced by another, over and over again until there was nothing left of me.
He held up his hand, and I saw what was in it. There was a thick metal… thing, and attached to the end of it was a rubber thing.
A tail.
I burst out laughing, high and hysterical, shaking my head. “No, no, no. We’re not… No. Just no.”
“Yes. You are,” he told me firmly.
“I don’t want the water bowl that bad.” The thought of being able to drink out of a water bowl, after all, wasn’t that much better than sucking on a bottle shaped like a cock. It was better, but not worth the humiliation of having the plug up my ass.
“But I’m sure you’d like to have a chance to walk around a little,” he said, his voice deceptively mild. “You have to be tired of that little cell.”
“Of course I’m tired of it. If you let me go, I might even—”
“Stop,” he said, sharp and cold. “We aren’t having that conversation. I’m not letting you go.”
I was going to get the gag again if I kept this up, but I wanted out. I wanted out so fucking bad.
“If you put the tail in, I’ll let you walk around down here for a little while,” he promised me.
“It’s going to be awfully uncomfortable walking around with that thing in my ass,” I retorted.
“I’m not telling you to crawl yet,” he shot back. “It won’t be that bad. This is a small plug, to get you used to wearing one.”
Thatthing was supposedly small? Oh, fuck no.
I shook my head stubbornly.
And here we were again, at the familiar impasse we so often got to. I would refuse to do something, and he would take something away until I gave in anyway.
Sometimes, I didn’t know why I bothered. Maybe the last remnants of my tattered pride wouldn’t let me.
Maybe I was just protesting out of habit.
“All right,” he said, setting the plug down on the nearby shelf, where he put all the things I had to look forward to.
I hated that fucking shelf with a passion.
“When you’re ready to switch that out for a water bowl and take a little bit of a walk around here, you know what you have to do.”
Bark. He wanted me to bark. Just like I had so many times — when I was hungry, when he wanted me to do something and I tried to refuse…
“Not good enough,” I told him, my voice a little hoarse. “I want to go outside.”
For a moment, he only stared at me.
“No.”
